A/N: I've fallen in love with Ghanith, so I've decided to make a ghanith fic. BTW, why do we call these things fics when they're short for fiction?
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Blush
It was very embarrassing.
Tanith couldn't find clothes that she liked ANYWHERE. Simply because they had stopped making them.
Tanith usually bought enough for a couple of years, but now her last clothes had been ruined.
So now she was in Bespoke Tailors asking Ghastly if he could make her some clothes.
As was before mentioned, very embarrassing.
Not that Ghastly didn't get this sort of thing all the time, he was a tailor for goodness sake. It was just that Tanith didn't like being alone with Ghastly. She blushed far too often. She felt awkward. And she had no idea as to why. The scars didn't bother her, she really liked him. He was nice. Cool.
It didn't matter though, she still felt awkward.
"Leather?" Ghastly was asking her, his gaze moving up and down her body, presumably imagining what he was going to do with her.
Oh that is so gross, Tanith thought, cursing how her mind always jumped to the sickest things involuntarily, she blushed. Again.
The radio was playing a song she vaguely recognised, she focused on that while giving her positive response.
It's hours of forever, coming all together at the cross roads of a minute
And you and me were in it and I never saw it coming
Never saw it fade away, today, today, today
Days and days, days and days, days and days, days and days…
Ah, Days and Days by Concrete Blonde, Tanith remembered when she loved that song.
"It's a good song, isn't it?" Ghastly said, still examining Tanith carefully, said woman blushed. Again.
"Yes. I always loved Concrete Blonde."
"Me, too." They lapsed into silence, both listening to the song until the end.